At the Hands of a Hollow
Chapter 2: Round One
Previously: There were a few large empty crates stood in the corner, so she crouched down behind one and waited. She knew he'd come, and there'd be nothing she could do.
It was unclear to her what exactly he wanted, but it definitely wouldn't have been a good idea to wait around for an answer.
She continued to wait, until the door slammed shut. Orihime held her breath and closed her eyes. Perhaps it was just the wind. Perhaps.
"Oh hey, Orihime," he was suddenly next to her, sat down on the ground. She struggled away from him, but froze as he grabbed the bottom of her leg.
"Are you g-going to kill me?" she trembled, fresh tears replacing the ones that had dried on her cheeks.
The hollow smirked again, "No, I'm going to do something much more fun than that."
He pushed her down onto her back, not with unstoppable force but not gently. Orihime wriggled around, desperate to break free from her hold, but he held her arms back.
Before she thought to kick him away, he pushed her legs apart and moved into the space. There was nothing she could do.
"L-let...me go...please," she cried out trying to roll out of his grasp. One of his hands suddenly released her arm, but he pulled it over her chest and to the other so that one could still secure them both.
"I can't do that, of course!" he shook his head, "Besides, I need to do something about this. You're wearing too much clothing and I can't stand it."
His free hand suddenly ripped up her leg, exposing her skin from underneath the tights. He pulled the rest off piece by piece before doing the same to her other leg.
A devilish grin lit up his face as she screamed, still trying to break free. "Come on, Queen. Lighten up a little, I'm only playing a little."
He let go of her arms and very quickly grabbed her waist. He balanced himself on his knees and held her against him, ripping her shorts and throwing the remainders behind him.
Orihime was completely terrified. Her body shook all over and he shed her upper clothing, tearing it just like the rest and tossing the ruined fabric away.
She didn't dare to say anything else to him, it could make it worse. She only hoped he would just leave, and only leave. Her assumption was that he'd taken over, and the last thing she wanted was for Ichigo to wake up and find himself doing this to her.
Or...was Ichigo somehow behind this...?
No, she was sure he'd never do this. This was all the plan of the hollow. There was simply nothing else she could do, it was late at night and not many people lived around this area. If she screamed, he'd only be angry and then he'd never stop.
Now he lay her back down again, noticing that she'd stopped her struggling. She lay, almost perfectly still. The rapid beating of her heart was the only movement.
The hollow lay over her, held up by his arms. His face came down to her neck, which he lined with kisses. She flinched as he bit at her neck, leaving red marks on her skin.
Next he clawed at her bra, ripping the middle and pulling it away from her chest. His hands fondled her breasts underneath his neck as he went back to kissing hers.
She was careful not to move at any point as he got a little bored of her chest and moved one hand down to remove the rest of her underwear. He ripped the edge and tore them right off, laughing loudly as her eyes glistened in terror. It was clear what would be coming soon.
Orihime only wanted him to give up, she didn't care about any of her other problems. If this stopped before he did anything else, she'd never complain about anything again in her life.
But it was already too late. He'd removed his white shihakusho and was lay on top of her, kissing her soft but still lips. Even with his actions, she could feel the grin soon to be eternally plastered on his face.
The hand that had finished with the clothing moved down lower and lower, until he was touching the entrance. His cold fingers touched her and slid inside, feeling around.
She suddenly felt sick to her very core, he was making his decisions about the next action, though they both knew what it would be. The hollow picked up her legs and brought them up and around his back, tensing his muscles so that the limpness of her body wouldn't drag them back down.
He positioned himself, then thrust inside of her. She stopped breathing altogether, not even wincing through the sheer force of pain.
The hollow continued, and with each movement came more pain in the increasing speed. Seconds, moments, maybe even minutes passed. She wasn't sure if her respiration organs were working at all, because every time he entered, her heart slowed until it came to a halt.
When she felt that horrible feeling, she drew in her breath as quick as she could. He released himself inside of her. With all of her remaining strength, she screamed.
"Ichigo...!"
She hoped somebody heard. She hoped somebody got him off of her. She hoped the monster in which she'd lost her virginity to would leave and bring back her Ichigo.
Only one was even a little likely.
Ichigo...she wondered if he'd seen any of that. He could have been trapped inside, fighting for control. He would have saved her if he knew, she was sure. But she had no proof...
The hollow pulled out of her for the last time and grabbed at her legs. His large hands heavily thumped them as he kissed her again, leaving the marks that would soon be bruises. He was out of control as he lusted for her.
She could see it clearly, he was enjoying her pain. And her soundless tears and blank face made him laugh louder, enhancing the pleasure of the rape.
Orihime wondered how it had happened. She knew she wasn't strong enough to keep him off, but...why was he doing this? Where would he get the idea from?
How would she tell Ichigo what the monster living inside his head had done to her?
She'd always been afraid of him, and hated what he did to his 'host', but this was something she'd never anticipated. Though he'd already shown an unusual interest in her, this was now a bigger fear than the monster itself.
"See, I told you it'd be more fun than killing you..." he cackled, stroking her cheek.
Finally, he moved away from her, pulled on his shihakusho and vanished from her sight. Maybe he was still there, but she guessed that he'd already had his fun. Surely he didn't want anything else.
"Don't worry," his voice echoed through the room, "I'll come for you again soon, my Hime. Don't you dare forget it," - she twitched at the hollow's piercing laugh - "you belong to me now."
That was it, his spiritual energy disappeared to some place quite far away. But she wasn't sure if it was safe or not.
Orihime lay broken on the cold floor, afraid to move even a single muscle. The only sounds she could hear were the wind and the now irregular beating of her heart. Her anger whipped around her mind in a tornado.
She hated herself very much for letting it happen, but she would die in the most pathetic way possible if she didn't move. Her legs just didn't want her to go anywhere though, and she was sure that none of her clothes were wearable.
Get up, she thought to herself, just get up. You're ridiculous.
A laugh almost escaped her throat, but she just didn't have to energy to talk. It a took a good few minutes, but she did manage to pull herself up and find at least something to cover herself with. She saved the panties and black vest, fixing the broken straps by tying them together, just to hold long enough for her to get home.
It was still snowing outside, and freezing cold. Then again, so was the warehouse, but the warmth of another presence was missing now. But she was glad.
Time had flown by, and it was very late. Nobody was around, so nobody saw her running home in torn skimpy clothing.
As soon as she reached the apartment, she locked all of the doors and windows and closed the curtains. She didn't want to see anybody until she could shake the memory out of her mind, no matter how long it might take.
Orihime tore of the clothes like the others, throwing them in the trash. They were broken, but they reminded her again and again of what he did. She dressed in a short black nightdress. Originally, she'd hoped for white, as a symbol of purity. But white took her back to him.
She sat in the middle of the carpet and curled her arms and legs together. It wasn't like she planned to sleep, there was no way that she could anyway. This would leave her afraid of the dark for quite a while, as well as yellow things, warehouses, snow, books and...Ichigo.
He was still the one she loved, it would take much more to change that. But the hollow could do it again, he'd told her he would. As long as he was there, Ichigo was dangerous too.
It would obviously be difficult for her to get it into her system, she would have to avoid him somehow. She couldn't do anything about school, she'd have to see him there.
With the events of the night flashing back through her head, she never moved from the spot. All she did for the rest of the night was stare at the flickering light bulb above her.
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Ichigo jumped up.
His eyes darted around the room. It was okay, he was safe. Though he had just fallen out of bed, and it kind of hurt. He rubbed his head and pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.
The clock on his desk beeped. It was the alarm, that could have triggered the awakening. The time read nine, he'd been asleep for a long time.
In reality, he hadn't even been tired when he fell asleep the night before. He hadn't woken up at any point, at least that he could remember. It was definitely true. He hadn't woken up, somebody else had done it for him.
He stood up and turned, peeking through the curtains and out the window. The snow was still there, but he was glad to see that the paths outside his house had been cleared of ice. That must have happened earlier in the morning. It was a little surprising that he didn't hear anything.
Even though he'd set his alarm for this time, it was too late for breakfast. He'd just have to wait until lunch. There wasn't even anything he could do in the house, Sunday was Yuzu's cleaning day.
The only thing that came to mind was hollow slaughtering, and that sounded like fun. Ichigo was already in a bad mood from the snow, he could at least go and kill something just to vent.
Before thinking about anything else, he lay back down and pressed the combat pass to his chest, ejecting his soul from his body. He pushed the window open and leapt outside.
Cold air hit him as soon as he got out, reminding him how thin the fabric of his shihakusho was.
A sharp ache stiffened his legs, causing him to land at the nearest roof quickly. Mainly all of his muscles hurt, as if he'd just run for a whole day. He sat in an awkward position and tested the movement in his arms, hands and knees. There were no clues to why he felt so utterly tired.
Yesterday he'd barely done anything. He only finished his assignment and walked in the snow, that was it.
Why the hell do I feel like this...he stood up and walked slowly along the rooftop. His arm raised the shield the sun, and he turned back around.
Now he really didn't feel like being out, more sleep would be a better option. He jumped back inside and climbed back into his body.
On his desk he noticed his phone. It was a little unusual that it hadn't beeped yet. Orihime sent him a 'good morning' message both days, every weekend. There weren't any new messages, that would have woken him up before the alarm did.
He pondered about it for a while, but he guessed she was probably just sleeping a little longer than usual, though it was unlike her.
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Orihime was still lay on her floor, staring blankly at nothing. During the night, every time she'd drifted off the same nightmare brought her right back to consciousness. A dream of the hollow.
The thought of him still made her shudder, and she couldn't escape.
So much evidence had been left, most of which she hadn't directly looked at. For example, the scars on her neck, and the bruises on her long, slender legs. But the worst parts came from the vivid memories.
Perhaps they would never go away, there was no way to tell. For now, she just felt disgusted, puny, pathetic and dirty. It felt literally as though her body was covered in filth.
When that conclusion came into her mind, she decided to do something. For the first time in many hours, in the long night, she picked herself up and balanced on her shaky legs.
She drew a bath, a hot bath. The cold would take her back to last night again, and it wasn't ideal in Winter anyway.
The water rose gradually until she felt there was enough, in which moment she hesitantly took of her clothes and stepped in. It felt like it would burn her skin, and she liked it.
Burning water was better than cold, lonely depression.
After standing for a while, she sat down, letting the water soak into her skin, wetting her hair and dipping her head under. Anything to feel good just for a second, at least. Even a second of happiness was better than several hours of self-loathing.
She remained in the bathtub for most of the day, only stepping out for one meal, all she would allow herself. Sometimes she did have to stand up and sit on the edge, just to let her water-wrinkled skin breathe for ten minutes.
When she got in again, for the last time, she was starting to feel tranquil, and at peace. It ended very quickly.
"Good afternoon, Queen," a familiar dark voice called. Her eyes widened and she felt herself slowly sink further and further into the water with every second.
The door handle turned slowly and opened. "I hope you didn't miss me too much," the monster with white skin and yellow eyes stepped inside.
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I'm going to leave it there! If I put the second rape-y scene in there right then, it would sort of defeat the point of the chapter name. ;)
I hope this was okay, I really hate the um...beginning scene. I died several times whilst writing it. I'm really sorry, it's just not good. I know nothing of writing things like that, or much of anything about things like that, to be honest.
But I hope this was okay...it's shorter than the last chapter but it really needed to end there. I've worked pretty hard to finish this for today, it's only nearly 10 pm but I've been here since about 6 this morning, with small Bleach breaks of course. ;P
Reviews help! Always, always, always~ So pleease, let me know what you think!
~HellYus